Monday, August 27, 2007

I'M HANGING ON



Never was nor want to be a preacher.

If my life should be a testimony,- than it better been torn up.

I am hanging on though,

clinging to the solid rock.

Have no other place I wish to go.


SOLID ROCK

Well, I'm hangin'

on to a solid rock

Made before

the foundation of the world

And I won't let go,

and I can't let go,

won't let go

And I can't let go,

won't let go,

and I can't let go no more.

For me He was chastised,

for me He was hated,

For me he was rejected

by a world that He created.

Nations are angry,

cursed are some,

People are expecting

a false peace to come.

Well, I'm hangin' on

to a solid rock

Made before the foundation

of the world

And I won't let go,

and I can't let go,

won't let go

And I can't let go,

won't let go,

and I can't let go no more.

It's the ways of the flesh

to war against the spirit

Twenty-four hours a day

you can feel it

and you can hear it

Using all the devices under the sun.

And He never give up

'til the battle's lost or won.

Well, I'm hangin' on

to a solid rock

Made before the foundation

of the world

And I won't let go,

and I can't let go,

won't let go

And I can't let go,

won't let go,

and I can't let go no more.

Bob Dylan